One thought; 'Mamma Fayte stunk.'

Having lived a sheltered life in the depths of the forest, he hasn't gotten around much. He had yet to fully understand the duties of what he was, as a stallion. He was of age now, but unlike most colts, Cavier was more reserved than some. Perhaps it was the haunting thought he could not keep both eyes open for danger. He would always need help and extra guidance. But all this is a little off topic, for the matter at hand would be the way his mother was smelling, and if he'd been taught by his father, he'd know full well his mother was in heat. With a wrinkled nose, he turned from the sleeping forms in front of him, and pushed himself into the dark pines of the forest.

He inhaled, the musky smell of pine needles and turned up soil from the well used path filled his pale nostrils. He loved his home here, hidden away from all others even though he knew Kieron was slowly collecting his number in mares. Eventually our boy would have to face them all. He was a member of the herd as well as any other. He was scared though, for what they may think of his disadvantage. At least he knew his mother and sister loved him. Pushing his thoughts to the back of his young troubled mind, he pushed through the trees that marked the edges of the clearing he had been in. His long leg's brushed the pines of the smaller trees, and he gave a sneeze as some tickled his nose. He was not at all a master of stealth.

Glancing around, his golden brown orb spotted a red shape making its way toward where he stood with his family asleep far behind him. He knew full well who this was, and he eyed Kieron for a moment. He would have kept staring if not for the rain that decided to splatter in his eye. Before, when he was moving through the trees, the rain had yet to touch him, but now, the trees thinned out into smaller groups and his spotted self was exposed. He snorted, and laid his ears back against the onslaught.

He called out to the other stallion, a simple nicker for the boy was not going to start up a conversation that quickly. Maybe the older stallion could suggest a better place to talk? He was not at all that eager to stay out in this weather for to long, he'd very much like to curl back up and sleep, but far from his mother.